| People from the countryside kill people from the city
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| People who are ugly kill people who are pretty
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| People who are puritans slay the permissive
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| And people who are retrograde cut down the progressive
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| Stickers-up for foreigners kill stickers to their own
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| Liars kill the nitpickers who like to moan
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| The poor read the graffiti, rise up and eat the rich
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| And Little Goody Twoshoes is feeling sick
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| And the ones who say the emperor is naked slaughter those
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| Who swear by all that’s holy that he must be wearing clothes
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| And someone told me yesterday year zero’s on the way
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| And all is quiet at the end of the day
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| The frigid have arrived to kill the masturbators
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| Punctual people punctually kill procrastinators
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| So-called Christians murder so-called Muslims day and night
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| And black people are killed for failing to be white
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| The boring kill the interesting and then get very bored
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| Insomniacs slyly stifle everyone who snores
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| Invalids crush the able-bodied with their Zimmer frames
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| And people with no past kill people with no name
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| Invaded people everywhere are invading their invaders
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| And no-one feels the benefits except the arms traders
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| And one is heard very philosophically to say:
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| «At least all is quiet at the end of the day»
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| Warmongers kill the peaceful, to be killed in return
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| When the peaceful come in the early hours to burn their houses down
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| Tracksuit types kill pitbull dykes and old philanthropists
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| Free market evangelists kill kindly socialists
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| Scandinavian vegans kill British bully beef
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| Everyone called Simon kills everyone called Keith
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| The blind slaughter the sighted and the slighted slash the blind
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| The Buddhists kill everyone who comes to mind
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| The people in the cafes kill the people in the bars
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| Saxophonists weep and strangle creeps who play guitars
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| And when you ask Siri why, Siri simply says:
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| «At least all is quiet at the end of the day»
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| And the ones who say the emperor is naked slaughter those
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| Who swear by all that’s holy that he must be wearing clothes
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| And someone told me yesterday year zero’s on the way
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| And all is quiet at the end of the day |